Biography of Shadow Girl
I am back...for the few that noticed I had been on a sabbatical! ...This is my official page, there is another one that I opened but it deactivated and I cannot remove it so have transferred things to here...so please only contact me on this page.
I will be gradually adding my poems back, plus adding some new ones
Some thoughts to soothe a poets soul!
'Imagination is more important than knowledge.'
'Imagination is the eye of the soul.'
'The power of imagination makes us infinite.'
'But words are things, and a small dropp of ink
Falling like dew upon a thought, produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.'
Sir Aubrey De Vere
'I have spread my dreams beneath your feet. Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.'
'Reach high, for stars lie hidden in your soul. Dream deep, for every dream precedes the goal.'
Pamela Vaull Starr
Shadow Girl Poems
You take away my freedom, you restrict me of my rights, you limit me by day and lock up all my nights.
Look down Six feet into my open grave My casket with no lid
Darkness engulfed but now has changed. As the darkness without never penetrating
Behind Every Great Man...
They say; behind every great man there is a great woman I say;
A Poets Irony
Why is it that a poet can only truly pronounce their deepest, thoughts, fears, feelings, emotions, reflections.
A Shadow Girl
Slash my corpse with your noxious words. Gash my essence with your malevolent eyes.
A beautiful contradiction a perfect sin a heavenly immorality so wrongly right.
A Reading From The Shadows - Pt 2
For my life has had enough calamities And I have become a friend of despair. I am set free among the dead at peace; Those whom you remember no longer.
A Reading From The Shadows
God gave his only son and knew after this ultimate revelation and sacrifice that mankind would be changed
All Or Nothing
Told myself it was better to feel everything than
You mix me in a way i know is wrong a way that i've never been mixed before.
Persecute me, Insult me. My hardships are you You my agonies.
A Wandering Shadow
What would happen if i walked out of the door,
A Thousand Words
I could write you a thousand words but not one would be enough; tell enough; share enough-
You take away my freedom,
you restrict me of my rights,
you limit me by day
and lock up all my nights.
You may have physically trapped me
but there's part of me still free;
soul, images, memories
you can't take what you can't see.